Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.